Maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn’t matter if you friend was possibly dying. Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for.

some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.

Shy” was the sympathetic interpretation she got from older people. “Snotty” was the interpretation she got from people her own age.

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and at slicing cucumbers very thin. She was a veritable wonder at pulling a splinter out of her foot.

The word friends doesn't seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.